Thursday, January 20, 2011

Few things I had to say...

Let me send you some sounds,
unhurried and plain.
Few wispy cotton postcards,
The numbness in my fingers,
and coffee stains.
I packed the stretch of hills in
a knapsack;
and your echo.
Let me send you that echo.

There are other things too
but I am lost .

For now,
Let me just send you
the beginning of that corner
where we ended.

I guess this poem is too crowded now.
Let’s walk.